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Arc-en-ciel by CoffeeGirl_10
CoffeeGirl_10
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〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kind of person with a sunshine personality that everyone adores- bubbly, nearly always beaming, and looking to spread smiles. Working with your polar opposite might seem like the worst thing that could happen. But around every thundercloud's rain, there comes sunshine. And with the sun and rain, come rainbows. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Featured in Wattpad Teenfiction's 'Funny Bones' Reading list [no idea how that happened lol] [#1 in Adorable | 1# in Cute | 1# in LoveAtFirstSight } [#1 in BadBoy | 1# in Boyfriend| 1# in Fiction ] [#2 in GoodGirl | #2 in Romance] ©All rights reserved, available only on Wattpad [Cover images do not belong to me, all rights reserved by owners]
Teachers Obsession  by DarkDragonRider
DarkDragonRider
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I awoke to loud truck engines approaching the ice hut, the lights shine through the little window. I sat up in the bed alarmed as the kind old fisherman who had also been awaken got out of bed, as he did someone bagged thier fist on the door, shaking the whole little fishing hut. The old man opened the door and a chill ran up my spine not from the cold winter breeze but the familiar voice that greeted the man. He found me! I looked around for a possible escape but the hut only has the one door and two tiny windows. The old man was pushed to the side as another stepped in, his eyes locked onto mine. Jacob Irish, gang leader, murderer, kidnapper and my former teacher. He said nothing, only holding out his hand to me. Having no other choice I slowly got off the bed, put my boots on and let him lead me out. Some of his gang members who accompanied him stood waiting for us. To my left something shined in the headlights of the trucks, a parked snowmobile...with the keys still in the ignition. Without hesitation I pulled my hand from Mr.Irish's and dashed for the snowmobile. I must get to town, I must expose this gang and their crimes before more innocents get hurt!